come the small black book come the brandy cask one strange disease the well worded paper signed by the drunken hands of thieves

and suddenly they were told to leave

as the snake uncoiled on a road the length was eighty miles wagons’ weary horses lead the feverish exiles barefoot in the early snow on a ridge where they beheld their home co*rs* and barren not the haven promised by the father

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the red sticks first and the dancing ghosts were pierced with arms of fire and the weeping widows left could not avenge so the western star manifest its will drove them clear into the pacific o